I’m Robin Glasser, your guide to the alluring and audacious.

Every month, I scavenge through a treasure trove of stories shared by you—our daring and unshy readers—who turn everyday encounters into escapades that make our pulses race and cheeks flush. Don’t forget, if you’ve had an experience worth sharing or need tips to create your own risqué rendezvous, drop me a line. Your tales and inquiries are the heartbeat of this newsletter.Prepare to be inspired… and maybe a bit flushed. Let’s get into it!

Hey Robin,

So, the other night, right? My boyfriend and I were being total couch potatoes, binging “Scrubs”—ya know, just a normal lazy night. Anyway, things shifted a bit, and I, uh… I started going down on him. Nothing crazy, pretty standard for us, but man, I love feeling him get all hard, and hearing his moans while I’m doing my thing down there.

So, he came, and usually, that’s kinda, like, the end, right? But, um, I didn’t stop. I was feeling a bit adventurous, I guess? So I kept him in my mouth, just gently sucking, enjoying that um… that sensitive, post-orgasm chill. Total chill bliss mode, right? And then—uh, it gets a bit weird here—he murmurs that he needs to pee. And like, I thought he’d nudge me away or something when he really had to go, but nope. What happens next? He didn’t move, and suddenly, I’m like feeling this trickle—and then bam, a full-on stream. Yep—pee, right in my mouth.

I’m freaking out—inside, I mean—but like, without even thinking, I swallowed. It was warm, kinda salty, and so fast I barely processed what was happening. And I, like, kept swallowing ’cause I was in this mode where I was all, “Oh no, the couch!” (I know, right?) It was so bizarre, man. I’m caught between grossed out and bizarrely turned on. It, uh, just felt so…wild, forbidden? And the flow, it wasn’t like a fire hose, more like this rapid stream you couldn’t stop. He was holding my head a bit, just enough to—I don’t know—keep the moment intense? And as I’m there, trying not to gag, he kind of gets hard again. Now, here’s where it jumps off the deep end. He’s back in action, right? And starts jerking off while calling me all sorts of dirty names. And he’s going off on these totally filthy fantasies about me and, like, other dudes. It was a lot to take in. He’s got this look, sort of wicked, and he’s like, “You’re a fuckin’ dirty girl, aren’t you? Just sucking down my piss like it’s nothin’.”

He grabs his dick, stroking it slow, and says, “Bet you’d love a bunch of dudes to fill your mouth up with their piss, wouldn’t you? Just kneeling there, taking it.” And Jesus, the way he’s talking, it’s crude, and explicit, with no filter whatsoever.

Then, he’s guiding me, pushing my head harder, “Get your tongue on my balls,” and his hands are all forceful. I’m there, mouth against his balls, salty sweat mixed with the remains of pee, and yeah, like, part of me is cringing, but another part? It’s fired up.

Between his jerk-offs, he goes harder with his words, “I wanna see those cheeks stretched around some random fucks in a filthy stall, taking it all.” His voice is raw, dripping with this filthy desire, and he takes a sharp inhale, “Imagine that, all that warm piss running down your throat, strangers using you.”

Just as he’s painting this surreal, nasty picture, wrapping these explicit wishes around my brain, he shifts suddenly. Lifting his ass and pushing me closer, the demands don’t stop. His words mix with the air, sort of blending with that humid, bodily scent. “Eat my ass. Do it.”

So, yeah, he’s got me down there, right? And he’s all pushing my face toward his ass, and I’m thinking, “Holy shit, this is happening.” And, um, it’s just intense ’cause it’s all new, right? I’ve never gone there before. And then my tongue, it, uh, it just touches him there, and it’s surprising, honestly. He’s kinda hairy and, like, the feeling—it’s totally different, rougher? And I’m gently pushing my tongue, making my way and it’s… well, kind of earthy, and there’s this musky, bitter taste that’s overwhelming but in this totally raw, primal way. My tongue starts to explore deeper, and yeah, feeling his skin respond, his muscles kinda tensing up under my touch—it’s wild.

So, there I am, my face against him, and my tongue is, like, really pushing the limits, digging deeper into his hairy, musky ass. I can sense him getting close to finishing; his breaths are jagged, short. Um, it’s an intense sensation—my nose filled with raw, earthy smells, my tongue slick against his skin, the coarse hairs tickling my face.

Suddenly, he’s gripping my hair—like, really holding it tight, securing my head right there as he digs his heels into the couch. He starts kinda trembling, and then, bam, he climaxes. It’s messy. His cum lands all over my hair, and some splashes onto my back, hot and sticky against my skin. He holds my head there, I swear, it felt like forever, like at least a minute, and I’m just glued to his ass, not moving, feeling each pulse as, uh, another wave of cum hits. Thick and warm, kind of dripping through my hair, matting it down.

The whole moment is overwhelming, but also, like, there’s this undeniable bond, a strange connection formed in that wild, unfiltered release. I could hear his heavy, satisfied sighs, feel the slight loosening of his grip as he gradually eased back down from that intense high, leaving me a wet, sticky mess—but in this raw moment, there was this odd, profound closeness between us.